A Page from my Diary

The Bird

The Bird on her golden perch, strained her neck and bent her head

To look around and down,

You should never try to fly, her master said.

The master had a little son, who opened the tiny chain

Tie me oh boy lest I fall cried the bird but in vain

The boy was but only a kid; he could not undo what he did

And he left the bird unchained.

A howling wind came rushing in

Rocking the golden stand

Loosing her grip, the bird fell down

Frightened and out of her mind.

The wings on her back trembled and shuddered

But what for, the bird never knew,

She dared to look up and there she saw

Her kith and kin in the blue

Flying and diving and soaring in the sky

Like kites without thread

She picked up her wings to join her folks

On the sky over her head

The master came running with chain in hand

Waving to his pet in the sky

She is not looking back, she is not looking down

To the chains she bade goodbye